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An Echo, Asking a Shadow to Dance

Splashes of paint dance gaily on primitive canvas
enchanting eyes with bold prismatic hues
as lines intersect, abandoning form and substance.

A child strokes boldly in rainbow pigments,
refrigerator masterpiece by cherished hands;
but is it art?

Loud voice praises heaven’s bounty
in honored tune with joyful heart
allowing B flat and F sharp to roam uncontained
despite musician’s score.

A soloist, unable to hear true tone,
remains delighted with the vocal offering;
but is it song?

Emotions find wording in tortured rhyme
as awkward syllables compete,
tumbling over one another
to describe beauty, angst and faith.

An author pens pedestrian verses
lacking grammar, punctuation or flow,
happily blended with incomprehensible phrases;
but is it poetry?

As prodigies and dilettantes seek
expression in color, word and sound,
a gifted few find magic
while others never will ....








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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~Carl Sandburg

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  • Emerald Dog
    September 23, 2008

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    Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but art lives in the attention span of the soul.

    You paint your singing words so poetically and I note that you won two jet-black trophies - congratulations!


  • Lyndon gold member
    August 11, 2008

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    Didactic poetry presenting the theme

    of the worth of artistic endeavour; the worth of the product. At the end you state the obvious, I guess.
    The value is not merely in the eye of the beholder and I feel this is your point, in a way.
    Thank you for this poem. Good luck.


  • Idle Mind Wondering silver member
    July 12, 2008
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    The answer is in the eye of each beholder, there is music in a newborns cry that might one day change the world; there is much that can be taught but so much more to be learned; your words emulate the truth of art and its struggle to be understood beyond the restrictions of explanation.

    Bravo!


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    July 11, 2008

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    Oh my goodness me, you have made quite an impression here dear Liz. I guess it really IS all about the poetry.

    You have truly nailed the prompt and oh my, this IS perfect timing. LOL Wonderful work. Dear poetess, YOU are truly an artist with words, and that is exactly why you are in this last round. Exceptional work.

    Best of luck in the judging - I have no idea HOW we are to judge this one.

    Thank you for this gem. ~Pamela


  • going nowhere
    July 3, 2008

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    what an amazing piece! i loved how you tied all together so succinctly and with such wonderful imagery in each stanza... i can't pick out a favorite...actually, i love LOVE your last two lines... it made me almost gasp... seriously. guess i found the magic...in your writing.

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